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I honestly forgot how tired and energy-less cutting could make me.
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Yo! I'm Torack, you can call me Jay!

I've been RPing for a long, long time. I blame it on my overactive imagination, but it's a wonderful medium to put all these creative ideas into some sorta use. My favourite genre is fantasy. Straight up fantasy. It can be high fantasy, low fantasy, dark, modern. I love fantasy, grew up with it. I also like sci-fi, dystopian settings, etc.. Characterization and character driven stories are my favourite type of RPs, I like seeing them grow and change and the way characters react to completely shit and horrible situations. It's always a fun time.

Personally, my hobbies include reading, although recently the only types of reading I've been doing is from text books ffs. I like sports, any type of sport really, except soccer. My legs are way too clumsy for that sport. Music is something I love, R&B mostly, although I'll listen to mostly anything.

I also love pie. Pie is life, especially pecan pie. It's damn near traumatizing knowing that I haven't eaten any in like five years. Sad times.



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Hype man over here building the anticipation for this RP lol. I'm excited by this prospect all of a sudden!
Definitely interested in this!
I'm definitely interested in this!

Lucivar DeLuxor

Dene Nehel

Lucivar looked Towards Andressa and Colten behind her, his eyes narrowing on the man for a moment, then he turned to Sonya, his face impassive as he nodded, looking as though he was considering her words. He was, in fact, trying to keep his anger in check. Sonya had been nothing but a nuisance while he and the late Queen tried to make the territory a better place, and now to see her gloating before him was only making him angrier. Instead he took a breath, forcing himself to stay and leaned on the door frame as he cleared his throat. "You and I seem to have vastly different ideas of what mistreatment is," he said, "but, I'll make you an offer considering you don't fully understand the gravity of the situation you've just put yourself in. Let Andressa go and I'll let you live. I'll even leave for a couple of years to let you gather your strength to make this an even fight."

He shrugged then, pushing himself off the frame and placed a hand on the shield causing it to shatter and walked into the room, a smile still on his lips but a very dangerous aura around him as he gathered his Craft, the room around them creaking as dust shifted down from the ceiling, the pressure increasing with every passing moment. The windows burst and moments later a stone wall to the right cracked with a thunderous explosion. "Or you could come at me right now, though I strongly advise against it."

Lucivar DeLuxor

Dene Nehel

Lucivar leaned forward with a sigh, settling his elbows on the table, his brows furrowed as his mind raced. The circle, most of it at least, was dead. The city was in ruins, and the fact that a force had reached the Queen's manse could only mean other areas of the territory fell; what he wondered at that moment however was how they didn't hear of it before? An armed force coming into their territory should have been seen by those protected the Ways, there should have been contingencies in place for such an event, and even if their own might was strained, the fact that they blundered this much to let an army into their doorsteps was nearly unfathomable.

Unless Kayner's comment held some truth. And even then, it just seemed all too sudden. Whoever orchestrated Dene Nehel's fall was clearly an incredible tactician to have done it in such a manner, to leave them all reeling by the time they found out what was actually going on.

And being put in such a situation left a bad taste in his mouth. He let himself get too complacent; he should have seen the warning signs and heeded them instead of investing himself into the internal politics of the territory. And what had that brought him other than death and ruin. Whatever chance he had at trying to save his new home was lost when he chose to turn a blind eye, but he needed to find a way to rectify it, to give answer to the countless horrors wrought by the invasion.

"Excuse me," he said, then stood and walked out, making his way down the hall towards Andressa standing by the foot of the stairs.

He saw her turn towards him with a confused frown settling on her face. "That was quick," she said.

"Dene Nehel has fallen," he said stopping before her, "the circle is broken, the Queen's dead. And I'm done sitting around and talking."

"Well, there may be something that could peak your interest," she turned and walked towards his solar, Lucivar a step behind her. Inside, she went around his desk and pulled out a file and placed it on the table. "Remember this?"

He picked it up and thumbed through it. "I remember you bringing this to my attention, the bandit activity in the mountains."

"I took the liberty of investigating them a little and although I couldn't find much, there's evidence suggesting they're actually rebels."

Lucivar thumbed through the pages of the file a little while longer before closing it and using the Craft to hide it away in a pocket of space. "Do you know where they are?"

"I couldn't find that out, unfortunately."

Placing a hand on the back of a chair, he looked down in thought, the other hand going into his pocket. After a while he gave a nod. "Give me a moment to get washed up and dressed and I'll meet you outside."

"Do we have time for that?" Andressa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll make it quick," he said then walked out of the solar into his rooms.

Lucivar DeLuxor

Dene Nehel

Kneeling down, he wiped the blood from his blade on a dead soldier's cloth, then stood and looked around the room. Screams and moans of the dying filled the large chamber, he could see a few bodies squirming, trying to get themselves out of the press of bodies, gasping between wails, their eyes wide and clouded with panic. Blood was everywhere; the walls were spattered with them and the floor was pooling with it. The smell was the worst part, almost choking him where he stood, and yet it was that smell that brought back flashes of his past. Images in his head in quick succession of a burning tower, a clash of winged soldiers warring between pillars of dark smoke; and finally of a woman, dark haired and pale faced in a burning building, her body non-existant below the waist, his hands holding her close.

He realized the smell was the same, but on a grander scale; the smell of blood mixed in with the stench of piss and shit. Clearing his throat, he shook himself out of it. This was no time to be reminiscing about some old life he didn't even remember; he bent down and grabbed a pike and shoved it at a guard. "Give the dying a little mercy, won't you," he said, then turned to another, "you. Gather as many of the guards as you can and bar the doors with the bodies. Stack them high."

The guard had gone pale and Lucivar realized those around were all looking at him now.

"That's a fucking order!" He shouted then watched as the guards on the stairs descended. With a silent curse he started making his to the upper floor, walked into his rooms and put on a simple leather cuirass, tightening the straps as he walked back out, the leather sticking to the blood on his hands.

"The Court is ready for you, Lucivar."

He looked up and saw Andressa standing before him, still looking pristine and untouched, a part of him wishing he could at least wash a little before having to face the court. He gave her a nod and walked past her down the hall towards two wooden doors, guards standing on either side, one of them opening the door as he walked into a vast circular chamber with a long table in the centre.

"Remain seated," he said as he saw they were about to get up, then took the chair at the head of the table. "Well, we're in a tight mess, aren't we just. I want to know, right off the bat, is the city salvageable? And do we have any allies, anywhere in this realm that can aide us?"

Lucivar DeLuxor

Dene Nehel

Lucivar took a step back from the mess on the wall and looked around the room, clenching and unclenching his jaws. There was a battle both inside and outside of the manse, but he needed to focus on one thing at a time and calm himself down. He couldn't let his emotions get the better of him, not at a time like this when chaos could easily overtake everything that he'd helped build; taking in a breath and letting it out slowly, he walked over to the Queen's corpse and knelt down beside it. The poor woman, all she ever wanted was this place to become better than it was, she fought for this despite her age, struggled to do right by her people and her responsibilities and the way her closest allies repaid her would be in treason and chaos.

It angered him. He couldn't let her dream die in flames even when his instincts were telling him to take flight and escape somewhere safer. She took him in, this young Queen, when he had no memories, no idea who he was and gave him a home. He vowed to protect her and now she lay dead before him. He wasn't going to let her lands fall to ruin as well.

Gritting his teeth, he walked out of the Queen's rooms and made his way to his own, distinctly aware that the battle was getting precariously closer to their floor.

"Andressa!" He called out.

Andressa stepped out of a room, looking pristine despite all the chaos, her eyes widening almost instantly with shock. "Y-you're covered blood!"

"It's not mine," he said as he pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and wiped the blood off his hands. "Call the Queen's Court for an emergency meeting. Immediately. I'll clear the manse from whoever these bastards are. And do be careful, Andressa. Tell no one except the Court of this."

"Naturally," she said. "Now off with you, go clear the place so I can do my duty."

Lucivar took off his coat, then ripped off his shirt and threw it to a nearby chair and grabbed his sword hanging from the wall. He then left the rooms, crafting a shield around himself as he twirled the sword, rage and fire in his eyes as the Ebon-Grey jewel inlaid on the golden torc on his upper left arm glowed.

Reaching the stairs, he made his way down, eventually reaching the guards' loosing battle. He then quickly joined in the throng, his weapon swinging almost instinctively, as though his muscles knew exactly what to do, his arm and body going through the motions before he even thought about them. And just like that, he was flowing through bodies, screams were filling the air as those his sword cut through fell and blood sprayed into the air and fanned the walls. Outstretching his arm, he sent a wave of Craft crashing against the invaders in an attempt to fling them back down the stairs, then he crafted a wall to crush them as he rushed past, his wings flaring.

The attacking Court members of Lady Sonya and her allies were flung back as Lucivar entered the battle. There were startled shouts from several Hyallian's who were also in the fight, for they had not been expecting an Eyrien. The warrior race of Terreille. "Darkness take it! When did a Eyrien get here?" "Is he one from that rogue camp?" It was impossible to make out who was speaking in the sea of bodies and press of people. Behind the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince, the guards of Greyhaven rallied. Their wounded being pulled away, as Kayner stalked towards the Consort. The First Circle member of the late Queen Karlianne's Court looked lost and broken inside. He had cared deeply for their small queen and the sword hand that was stained red despite his Purple-Dusk jewel. A gash on his cheek bleed sluggishly as he blocked a sword that was threatening to come down on Lucivar. "The Queen is dead, is she not?" The words were soft and only they two would hear in in the din of battle and survive. His voice echoed with rough tears. "The Hyallians did not expect you. They shout alarm of the Eyrien rogues and watch the skies."

Even as he said it Lucivar would sense a powerful dark current wash across one of his opponents. The man's eyes white with terror as he gripped his throat. Not from choking, but in a effort to scream at some horror. A powerful latice of spellwork had been wrought over the Hyallian who had come from the kitchen. The bodies of servants who did not raise a weapon behind him. The Eyrien would hear a whispered male voice croon on some fell breeze. "I did warn you about the wanton killing, did I not?" The man's face was turning dark purple as blood seeped from his nose and eyes. "I don't really care for those who press me, and I knew you would one day." Kayne paled as the Hyallian who had been seeping blood exploded in a surge of power. Those fighters about the fallen Hyallian paused in horror at what they had witnessed and more than one person backed away from Lucivar with green or pale faces.

"Unfortunately," he responded, in low tones. "Leave these to me, Keynar. Help Andressa assemble the Court for an emergency meeting. I shall be with you all shortly."

Drawing on the Craft, he conjured a squad consisting of six Eyrians about his size, moderately armoured and hefting tall lances as they swooped down from the upper floors, howling and screeching in rage and blood lust. Taking flight, He swooped down, his sword's edge sharpened by the Craft as he ran through and swung into the masses, taking advantage of their momentary fright from the sudden exploding Hyllian.

The charge of the illusion Eyriens are effect and many of the soldiers of the enemies- and a few allies- hit the deck or move to engage them. Being cut down by their foes for their folly. From outside comes the smell of smoke and whiff of death. A city suffering an uprising in true. Those that do run from the Eyrien warriors find themselves quickly cut down or outside for better or ill. With more room to work with the interior belongs to those loyal to the late Queen though the malcontents outside seem to disagree. Their numbers growing as they strive to break in.
Dacian Drae

He had been watching the events unfold with mild boredom on his face while others were throwing random things at the accused witch. Another execution, something to spice up his day, he thought to himself. He'd get to see another body die, someone that was accused of murder. Still, it was funny how these crowds were so eager to see a death, as though their own fickle lives were impervious to the clutches of Kelemvor's bony hands. It was funny seeing them, all cheers and anger, throwing rotten things at the accused. Was there no dignity offered to the dead? But then, what did the dead care? Their bodies useless husks, like some construct shut down and useless.

Dacian watched as the noose was tightened around the woman's neck, and when she was revealed to be another woman, brown haired and not at all the one that was accused, a sudden and harsh laughter took hold of him nearly doubling him over as his face twisted in mirth.

He walked up to the body a few moments later, still chuckling as he wiped a tear from an eye. "You've got to be something stupid not to have seen this," he said as he lifted the girl's chin and looking over at her face. Grunting, he let the head drop and looked up at the woman that had been following the Reave, then he climbed on top of the platform and approached her. "Sir Dacian of House Drae," he said introducing himself, "Let someone of competence take care of this for you, my lady. I'll even bring back her head instead of... that blunder there. A bit of a catastrophic nightmare being blamed for the murder of an innocent girl, I can only imagine how that would play out for the Reave. Send me to go bring back this witch's head and you can play it out however you like afterwards. Clearly a far better option than trying to fix this mess, no?"

Holy shit we started??? Oh snaaap! I didn't even notice lmao
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